For Good

Her leg, she had treated, lounging in the rivers that branched along the thick territory, she allowed the cleansing current to debride the wound and after a few days and an tense amount of patience, the dame was free of the infection. It had formed granulation tissue and had healed. A faint pink scar upon her leg that was swiftly covered by her fur. It had stopped hurting a few days prior and now the dame waited. Waited for the command to serve Seracia in any way her King so wished. She had given him her word, her knowledge, her story, he owned her as far as she was concerned and she would do whatever needed to be done. She had settled amongst the pack, neither choosing a den apart or in the center. Just a small cavern amongst them that did enough to shield her from the elements.

Jaws splayed wide, a yawn bringing a small high pitched noise from her larynx before she fell silent once more. With a huff, she folded her legs beneath her and sprawled out on one of the boulders. She rested her cranium on her front paws, golden eyes flickering about the land before her. It was a beautiful Kingdom, stunning in its layout, it contained about every piece of game and prey one could wish for, along with wolves eager to fine tune skills, whether in battle or herbs. This place intrigued her, she yearned to know more about its citizens, about its leader, but for now she was content upon her boulder, basking in the warmth of the mornings sun.

Her audits would swivel as the sound of claws scraping against the stones would reach her ears. Her golden eyes flickered towards the direction of the noise, but she would not move. She awaited whomever found her interesting enough to approach. A friend? An ally? An enemy? She was ready for anything, face set into a cold mask of indifference. She would treat whoever with as much or as minimal respect as they offered her. She was a puppet no longer.


Speech!